[ he sets a hand on his shoulder and tugs him backward, straight into himself. he swats at the hand that's being used to pick his brain, quite literally, and purrs into his ear. ] Shhhh. How about you stop thinking for a moment. That's bound to make this worse. Sit. [ he steers him back toward his seat. ] Let me take care of this for you. As best I can. I am a bit responsible.